When you tell a Fae your name, you are henceforth bound to them for as long as you live. You get taken away to the Fae kingdom, where you are to do as they say for the rest of your days.
You thought this would be a normal trip to the coffee shop. But as soon as you said your name, you found yourself waking up in a cage being taken up to some mysterious and grand manor. You don’t know what’s going on, or how to get out. Your only hope is that whoever captured you will show some mercy.
I will be playing the Fae, preferably. Romance is okay but I’d like it to work out at least somewhat naturally.
I can post a template or we can just jump in, whatever works best.
Ooh, I like this idea a lot! May I join?
Thanks!! Do you have a preference for the age or gender of my character that would work best for the plot?
Preferably an adult, and like anywhere on the gender spectrum is fine.
Alright! I think I’ve got a character in mind then. Are we doing templates?
If you want to, or we can just jump in. Any hard limits on things you will or won’t do? Gore, NSFW, cussing, etc?
Let’s just jump in, it usually takes me a while to fill out a template. And I’d rather not do explicit NSFW scenes, but implied/timeskips are fine.
Okay! Good to know! Shall I post a starter or would you like to?
If you could that’d be great!
Prince Galen stood at their balcony, staring below to see their new human being carried to Nersi Manor, their home. Their pride and joy, really, a project that had taken decades of work. The surrounding forest was lush and green, perfectly crafted for humans to stumble out of and become servants to the Green Throne. Thank goodness it wasn’t the Blood Throne that had claimed this land, in their mind. They decided to go greet their first ever human servant. Humans were tricky to compel into giving their names, but once you did, they were bound beyond fate.
This one had been easy, Galen did have the Gift. Humans naturally shied away from Fae, but Galen seemed to only attract them, to coerce them so easily into a position serving the Throne. But until now, they had only ever brought in humans for the Throne, never for themself. But if they didn’t have a human servant, their place on the Throne might be questioned, and worse, they might get exiled for being defective, unable to bind a human to themself. So they chose the first one they could, stole their name and bound the human forever. It was easy, really.
They stood there, in all their ethereal beauty, pulling back their long, thick white hair and tying it back. They stepped into their best robe, and went to greet their new human.
(Sorry if that sounded like a disorganized infodump. I’m low on inspiration.)
Thayne just wanted some coffee. Specifically an iced Americano with a splash of milk and pump of sweetener, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially because there was very little hope of actually claiming his order now. Terrible customer service.
After the initial panicky confusion—first confirming that this wasn’t a dream, and second that there was no way to open the door himself—of waking up in a cage, Thayne resolved himself to self pity. If there was ever any time for that, shouldn’t it be now? He slouched back against the bars. They dug painfully into his upper back, but he’d recently learned any sitting position was equally uncomfortable. Sniffling, he reached up to bury his fingers in the longer hairs nearing the top of his head. Freshly cut and dyed blond hair, soft enough to be vaguely comforting in such a trying time.
They, meaning Thayne and whoever was carrying him, were finally nearing the manor. Now passing through the doors. A blessing or a curse, Thayne guessed. It all depended on the intentions of who he was being brought to.
(Oh no worries! I don’t mind it at all. Quick question tho, would Thayne recognize Galen?)
When the cage stopped, Galen went to greet it. They opened the doors and looked down to the shorter man-or at least, shorter than themself. Disguised as a human they were about average height, but here in their own realm they were pushing eight feet.
“Hello,” they said simply. “Do not run away.”
Thayne couldn’t run even if he wanted to, though he attributed it to the fatigue in his legs from sitting so long. He kept himself pressed against the back of the cage, carefully eyeing Galen up and down. They looked…different than who he remembered in the coffee shop, but they were unmistakably the barista who had taken his order. He swallowed hard, struggling to keep his lower lip still and devoid of visible fear. “Who-who are you?”
“Your new Lord, your Overseer. You may call me Prince Galen. Or simply ‘my liege’.” they said, picking Thayne up and slinging him over their shoulder to carry inside. “It is clear you are incapable of moving yourself. Fear not, you will have your rest. I will give you some time to come to your senses, and you will begin your duties in serving me,”
Thayne‘s breath hitched, stubbornly struggling against Galen’s manhandling to no avail. He was half convinced this was a dream again, all of this was too surreal not to be one. His overseer? New Lord? Awkwardly hanging over Galen’s shoulder, he clutched the fabric on their back of their robes. “My…duties? What the hell does that mean?”
“You’re my servant. You told me your name, you’re obligated to serve me,” they said, a little confused. How would this human not know anything about what was happening to him?
“A-oh…” Thayne’s gaze fell to the ground, and he went still as he processed through a whole new wave of thoughts. He had heard about the Fae, cautionary tales whispered among the masses. He’d never thought they were an immediate danger. But alas, here he was. “But no, I- I just wanted some coffee! Everybody asks for your name at coffee shops, and, an’ I can’t stay here forever. I have a job, friends, I mean—“
“Not forever, just until you die. Which, I would think, would not apply humans. Eternity is something that applies to beings higher than yourselves.” the Fae answered, entering the manor and dumping the man onto the local fainting couch. “You can rest here for a minute.”
The edges of Thayne’s lips deepened into a frown at the answer. Until death wasn’t much better than forever; was he even ever going to be able to see anyone from his life again? “You don’t understand, I can’t stay here until I die. I still have, uh, things I need to do back at home!” Less than gracefully falling back onto the couch, he kept his eyes glued on Galen. Perhaps out of defiance, perhaps out of fear.
